"Hideous" "Twisted" "Scarred" "Beastly" "Ugly" "Grotesque" "Horrifying." Darcy had heard all those words and more in her twenty three years of life, and she had even started to believe that she was nothing more than a worthless beast, cursed with a face that could induce nightmares. A fleeting hope comes in the form of a million dollar offer from a billionaire, but all too soon, she is reminded that there is no knight in shining armor for a woman like her. It's up to her to change her own fate and get her revenge on all those who abused her.
View MoreThird person POVThere was a feeling of dread within Mr Stark, the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It’s so much more than just fear—it’s also confusion, and worry, and maybe even sadness, because if he wasn’t wrong…then something was truly off.First the death of his friend had come as shocking news to him, one that had nearly shattered the stability that Stark had left in his life. Jude had not just been a friend, he had saved his life multiple times and was someone close to his heart. He had become an older brother, a mentor, a confidant, a partner. But most importantly, he had been a mentor—the one who had taught him all about law, and life, and things that he still didn’t get the hang of like golf.He couldn't imagine how the world would feel without Jude. Without his constant smile and endless encouragement, he would have lost his way long ago. His presence brought life into Stark’s life when it needed it the most—when everything felt bleak.As Stark w
Third person’s POVWhen Darcy’s mother knew that her attempt of peacekeeping was not working, she had tried other ways which had also not yielded any futile result. Her husband had come in after the plate incident, his face was red with fury, his hands clenched into fists like he wanted nothing more than to strike them against something, someone.Darcy had hid behind her mother’s floral print dress."We can't afford this," his tone was low, dangerous like a snake about to strike, "you didn't raise your child properly, she is wild and tainted by filth." He spat out each word as if it were poison on his tongue."This is my house, the first home we've ever owned," his words had turned hard and bitter like broken glass laying on the and Darcy felt an ache deep within herself that she hadn't known before."You must be sensible," his eyes were cold, calculating, like those of a scientist about to crack some important scientific truth.He had never referred to her as his daughter, then Darcy c
Third Person’s POV“MAMA" she whispered, "can I go out?""Hmm," her mother had hummed in response as she stroked Darcy’s hair, “Is that a yes?” Darcy asked hopefully“No darling”. The answer came with finality.Darcy frowned and pouted and huffed ‘but why?’"Why can't I go out now? Are we waiting for something important to happen." Darcy protested. She was seven but she had always know what she wanted“That's enough Darcy,” her father called her.“But Mama always lets me play outside,” Darcy whined.“You spoiled her,” her father had said sternly to Darcy’s mother.Her mother rolled her eyes at the statement before looking away in shame and guilt, thinking of what to do about her daughter.“Please mama…just once I want to go outside. Just this once” Darcy pleaded.It was as if the whole place froze. The mood in the house changed instantly and everywhere was silent, it caused Darcy to shrink where she sat slightly under their piercing gaze. She knew something bad happened and her mothe
Vincent“That asshole!” I cursed as I smashed the glass across the walk. The child began to cry.“Nicole! Nicole!” I heard Cory scream out. Nicole ran into the living room.“Make him stop crying” Cory ordered. Nicole took the child from her and left.“Can you tell me what is going on? You are overreacting” Cory demanded. She was not happy about being ignored.“The foolish old man did not agree. He rejected my money” I seethed through gritted teeth. “I should have known he would do that. He was always the same. Nothing was ever good enough for him” I continued ranting.“You can’t just expect him to jump on the offer immediately, my dear husband, greatness takes time and effort. You will need to be patient with him. He is still adjusting to your offer. It will take some time”“What if he doesn't agree to it before next week?” I huffed. “I cannot wait a whole week. I am in the market for something soon… Something special” I continued pacing back and forth. “Something that will last...”
Vincent “I wasn't expecting to see you, I just came back from my trip and I promised to reach out to you and your brother next week” He was sitting across the table from me in his house.Cory was right.“Well, it's a good thing I came to you, isn't it?” I asked while taking a sip of the wine in front of me.The man, Mr Stark, who was Jude Madigan’s lawyer and who was also in his late fifties, looked at me with curiosity in his dark brown eyes. His hair was greying and there were creases that made him look less like an intimidating businessman and more like someone whose life was more lived than most people’s.“It is. So why are you here?” he asked, putting down his fork. “Is everything okay?”I put down my glass of wine as well and took a deep breath before I answered “Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine.”We stayed silent for about fifteen seconds after my statement until Mr Stark decided to break it: “And you're sure? You're absolutely certain that you’re okay?”I nodded.“Good”“Well y
DarcyAs soon as I felt him fill me I sucked hungrily onto his cock, taking all of his length, his head, his thickness. I could feel his whole body shake violently at my ministrations. Then it all went still. He released his content in my mouth and I took all of it panting heavily. His hand found mine and intertwined it with his.“Thank you” he whispered. His breath tickled my earI turned my head towards him so our noses were touching.“You are welcome” I whispered back before leaning up and placing a kiss upon his lips.Maybe he could taste himself there after all.He lifted me up from where I still was in front of him and placed me gently down on the edge of the bed. My back rested upon the mattress, he climbed on top of me straddling my lap. His fingers brushed against my cheek lovingly causing warmth to radiate throughout my entire body as he looked deeply into my eyes and smiled."God, you are beautiful," He said with awe evident in his tone of voice.I smiled shyly "I'm glad y
Darcy “Kiss me” He begged in a whisper that sounded so silently, his eyes full of yearning. He reached to hold both my shoulders. His eyes locked with mine as I stared into them deeply searching for any hint of hesitation. I didn't find any. My heart beat frantically, my chest constricted. He was so close. So incredibly close.I could feel the heat radiating off of him from beneath his clothes and from his touch against my skin. I could almost feel his soft lips on mine, taste the saltiness of his tears. The desire to close that distance was overwhelming me and it felt so natural. It felt as if it was always meant to be. I wanted it.I closed the little distance left between our lips and I kissed him. My fingers tangled into his thick hair and I pressed myself closer to him. I wanted to savor all of him. Every bit of him. From his warm breath hitting my face and his sweet smelling cologne surrounding me. I needed more. More of his smell.His arms slid around my waist pulling me flush
DarcyWhen we got back, Rhys left me and retreated back to his room, leaving me standing in the hallway in my once-drenched dress that was now dry. He didn't go back to Jude Madigan’s estate where the rest of the guests had returned. I knew it was because he could not stand being around the same environment as Vincent and he didn't want to accept the reason why all those people were gathered there.I let him be and retreated to my room where I broke down in tears.I cried untill my body became numb, until there was nothing but aching sorrow inside me that was too painful to feel anything else. I wasn't crying for Jude Madigan, no. I was crying for my son because each time, Cory showed me that she had him to herself and there was nothing I could do, each time she proved that I was a sore loser in their games. I felt like the biggest loser ever in life. Like, how pathetic was it that you couldn't save your own son? That you can’t even protect him from someone who has no a right to have
Darcy Jude Madigan was buried on a cold Saturday.It rained the next day, a heavy downpour that would have been nice to escape in, but only made it harder for anyone who decided to walk outside to get home safe. That, and all of the umbrellas had broken within a half hour of opening. No one had bothered to replace them because it was not really necessary.Rhys stood far, mostly watching as if he was not a part of the family. He wore dark shades to conceal the eye bags and dark circle under his eyes from lack of sleep. It seemed like it did not do any good; the bags remained even though they were no longer black, and his complexion did not look much better either. They looked like two shadows against the rain. His bruised knuckles were wrapped in a bandage, though he didn’t seem to mind the pain. He just watched.All through it, I watched Rhys. He was broken, badly broken and yet he acted so tough. He would not cry. The grief was too great. If there was something I could do, anyt
Darcy "What the hell do you think you're doing!" The sharp bark behind me caused me to whirl around too fast, and the mug I had been reaching for slipped out of my grasp and went tumbling to the ground. I let out a startled squeal, jumping away as the mug crashed to the ground. "Darcy, are you alright?" Cora cried, racing forward to pull me away from the wreckage. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," to my embarrassment, tears started to fill my eyes again. I blamed it on the hormones. Ever since I had gotten pregnant, I could go from laughing to sobbing in the space of seconds. I couldn't wait to have this baby and finally be myself again. "It's alright, just take a seat," my husband's stunning business associate said with a small smile, ushering me onto a kitchen stool. I stared at the fragments of ceramic, "I should clean that up before it hurts someone." She stared at me like I had grown a second head, "What are the maids for?" Before I could say a...
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